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By 
LINCOLN HULLEY 

Author of 

LULLABIES AND SLUMBER SONGS 



Published by the Author 

Lewisburg, Pa. 

1903. 



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Copyright by 

LINCOLN HULLEY 

1902 



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SHAMP PP.INT 
LEWISBURG, PA. 









TO MY WIFE 
ELOISE MAYHAM HULLEY 



■' They sang of love and not of fame, 
Forgot was Britain's glory, 
Each heart recalled a different name, 
But all sang Annie Laurie." 

— Taylor. 



This book of love-lyrics is published for 
the golden wedding anniversary of the 
author's parents. 



John Anderson, my jo John, 
We clam the hill thegither, 
And mony a canty day, John, 
We've had wi' ane anither. 
Now we maun totter down, John, 
Yet hand in hand we'll go. 
And sleep thegither at the foot, 
John Anderson, my jo." 

— Burns. 



CONTKNTS 

PAGE 

Whenever I Think of You - . _ _ 7 

O Gracious, Gentle, Lovely Nell - - - 9 

Her Promise True 11 

Spring's Sweet Minstrelsies - - - - 13 

We Pledged Our Faith for Aye - - - 15 

Rosalie, My Rosalie 17 

The Soul's Awakening 19 

A Harvest Love-Song 21 

Xaipete Nikomen 23 

The Time for Love 25 

The Lover's Tyrst ..--.. 27 

Lyric Love 30 

The Gladness of Love 31 

The Blind God '33 

Sweet My Love With Eyes of Blue - - - 35 

E'er the Silver Cord Be Loosed - - - 37 

A Boating Song 39 

Polly 40 

The Fairest Maid of All 41 

The Moon and the Sea 43 

The Span of Life 44 

The Land of Dreams 45 

Dan Cupid 47 

Sleighing 49 

Life and Love 51 

Love in the Cloisters 53 

The Quest of Love 55 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Sing to Me, Sweetheart, Sing - - - 56 

A Prayer for Thee 58 

Sallie Lee 59 

Winsome Nell 62 

Love and Song - 63 

Alone in the World 64 

The Power of Love 65 

A Transformation 68 

Love at the Gates of Death - - - - 69 

Love Universal 72 

A Dream Face .74 

Summum Bonum ------ 76 

The Ecstasy of Love 77 

Bitter-sweet - 79 

Golden Fancies -_-_-_ 81 

The Paralysis of Love ----- 82 

Her Bewitched Violin 84 

She Was A Lovely Dream - - - - 87 

The Sky is Enriched With Stars - - - 88 

Bonnie Annie Laurie ------ 89 

A Mood -------- 91 

My Golden Winsome Fleudelis - - - 93 

Love Never Dies 95 

Apollo Belvidere ------ 96 



AN OLD SWEERHEART OF MINE 

WHENEVER I THINK OF YOU 

A MATUTINAL 

^HE day begins with a rosy dawn 

And colors of brightest hue; 
But brighter far those colorings are 
Whenever I think of you. 
And every valley and every hill 
That slowly comes to view 
Is blessed with light that's doubly bright 
Whenever I think of you. 

The birds are caroling in the trees — 
Their notes ring sweet and true; 
But sweeter far their carolings are 
Whenever I think of you. 
This one singeth an old old song, 
And that one trilleth a new — 
Both singer and song my joy prolong 
Whenever I think of you. 

The breath of the early morn is sweet. 
It lifts like incense too; 



ANNIE LAURIE 

But sweeter the breath on the smihng 

heath 
Whenever I think of you. 
The fields are decked with many a flower 
Impearled with shining dew; 
But finer the flower and gayer the hour 
Whenever I think of you. 

The big round face of the jolly sun 
Looks out of his palace blue; 
But lovelier yet the sweet sunset 
Whenever I think of you; 
While fairy forms flit round my head 
And thrill me through and through; 
And rainbow gleams dance in my dreams 
Whenever I think of you. 



AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



O GRACIOUS, GENTLE, LOVELY NELL 

Q GRACIOUS, gentle, lovely Nell ! 

My heart is lost to thee; 
The love that lies within thine eyes 
Awakens love in me; 
My being fills, with rapture thrills. 
The wildest joy I know; 
And every hour I bless the power 
Who could such love bestow. 

queenly, smiling, low-voiced Nell ! 

1 hold thee in my heart; 

In form and face, in soulful grace, 

A fairy queen thou art; 

And every day I steal away 

To see thee passing by; 

My love for thee is strong and free, 

And shall be till I die. 

Ten thousand thousand joys be thine, 
And then ten thousand more; 
May gladsome youth and peace and truth 
Be thine forevermore: 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

The moon on high in yonder sky, 
The stars in glory shine, 
But brighter far than moon or star 
Are eyes that dance Hke thine, 

gracious, gentle, lovely Nell, 

My heart is lost to thee; 

Thy love and life, my gentle wife, 

Are all the world to me; 

Thou art all fair, full rich and rare. 

The gift of heaven to me; 

Full sweet thou art within my heart. 

And evermore shalt be. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



HER PROMISE TRUE 

'"Twas there that Annie Laurie 
Gied me her promise true." 

^T^HE beautiful stars of midsummer above her, 
The earth hushed to rest 'neath the new 
silver moon, 

I walked with my sweetheart, a glad-hearted 
lover, 

And whispered my story one clear night in June. 

The roadside was sweet with the breath of the 

clover, 
But sweeter by far was the bloom by my side; 
All my heart's joy, hope, and love brimming 

over, 
Poured from my lips in a passionate tide. 

There in the moonlight, the starlight, and 

silence, 
Modestly smiling she whispered consent. 
Pledged me her life with her love, and the 

silence 
Treasured our vows that to Heaven were sent. 



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ANNIE LAUEIE 

Sweet as the light of a bright summer morning, 

Violets blooming and song birds afloat, 

All through the years her sweet promise 

adorning. 
She has been trilling that same clear rich note. 

Yet there on the roadside beside the sweet 

clover 
Memory lives in the thrill of that kiss; 
Stars, moon, and sky are the same the world 

over. 
But brightest the scene of that moment of bliss. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



SPRING'S SWEET MINSTRELSIES 

^HE spring time's pulse beat thrills 

The leaf buds on the trees; 
Her rich warm life blood fills 
The blooms that lure the bees; 
From winter's deadly freeze 
Burst forth the murmuring rills, 
And every passing breeze 
Brings glory to the hills. 

And every living thing 
Beneath the heaven's blue 
Makes earth with praises ring 
Enraptured through and through. 
The splendors burst anew 
While untold myriads sing; 
Our hearts with gladness view 
The miracle of spring. 

The spring's sweet ministrelsies 
My dearest maid be thine; 
And may her melodies 
Ring in thy heart benign; 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

May love and joy divine, 
And all sweet things that please, 
Enrich thee, Heart of mine. 
With heavenly harmonies. 

And as the flower slips past 

Its sheath and shroud of death, 

Where winter bound it fast 

Till roused by spring's sweet breath, 

So, fair Elizabeth, 

Do thou, when earth is past. 

Slip through the gates of death 

To life and love that last. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



WE PLEDGED OUR FAITH FOR AYE 

M^HE harvest moon rose early, 

Low in the evening sky, 
When among the ricks of barley 
We pledged our faith for aye. 
We pledged our faith for aye, 
While the tuneful nightingale 
With music filled the woodlands 
As he told the tender tale. 

Our love with rapture thrilled us, 
The silent stars on high 
With gentle humors filled us, 
And love beamed in each eye. 
True love beamed in each eye. 
And our hearts beat warm and true, 
While the olden, golden gladness 
Of lovers thrilled us through. 

The silver moon was witness ;- 
It whispered sweet consent 
To that eternal fitness 
Expressed in our intent. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

It whispered sweet consent, 
And we pledged our faith for aye; 
All the glory of the summer 
Shone in her lovely eye. 

To the same bewitching sweetheart, 
Beneath the same sweet star, 
To that genial winsome sweetheart, 
My vows and pledges are. 
She is dearer fairer far 
Than the vision in my eye 
When among the ricks of barley 
We pledged our faith for aye. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



ROSALIE, MY ROSALIE 

^HOU art the rose of early dawn, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie. 
The sweetest rose the sun shines on, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie. 
The dev/s of May are on thy brow, 
The early spring smiles on thee now, 
Accept, dear heart, a lover's vow, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie. 

Thou art the rich sweet brier rose, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie, 
The rarest, sweetest bloom that grows, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie. 
Thy face is modest, sweet, demure. 
Thy heart is like the rose's — pure. 
Thy love is steadfast, firm and sure, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie. 

To thee, the rich sweet brier rose, 
Rosalie, my Rosalie — 

To thee my heart full tender goes, 
Rosalie, my Rosalie. 



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ANIs'IE LAURIE 

The fragrance of thy speech is mine, 
The music of thy voice is wine, 
And every gracious charm is thine, 
Rosahe, my Rosalie. 

gentle sweetheart, gentler wife, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie. 
To thee I pledge my heart for life, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie. 
By all the stars that shine above. 
No rose was e'er so fair, my love. 
Thou dear sweet wife, I'm thinking of, 

Rosalie, my Rosalie. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



THE SOUL'S AWAKENING 

OHE knew the secrets of the wood, 

Where liver leaf or sweet arbutus rises, 
And all the tender blooms and glad surprises 
Concealed like timid nuns beneath their hood; 
She knew the squirrel's haunts, the nuts he 

prizes, 
From what hid source the wood life gets it 

food, 
She knew the birds, their songs, and odd 

disguises; 
Yet knew not love, the richest, highest good. 

But when sweet spring sends forth the leaves, 

And buds give promise of June roses, 

And fragrance steals through all the closes, 

And birds sing under sheltered eaves, 

She feels the joys that love, sweet love, discloses, 

And busily her lively fancy weaves 

A maze of dream wherein her heart reposes, 

And finds the peace of quiet summer eves. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

And now in joyous major moods, 

Her heart pours forth its wild, sweet pleasure; 

In many a tender, tuneful measure 

She carols love's beatitudes; 

And as sweet songs beguile one's leisure, 

Or dulcet, charming interludes, 

Her lyric heart is my best treasure; 

Life's deepest joys her love includes. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



A HARVEST LOVE-SONG 

n^HE harvest moon shines in the sky, 

And lures us to the dance, ! 
The light shines bright in Jeanie's eye, 
Then on with the harvest dance, ! 
Love lends life enchanting grace; 
Merrily beat the ground, O! 
Life and love beam in each face; 
Merrily, cheerily dance, O! 

Every star that shines above 
Is blinking on the dance, ! 
And adds a glamour to the love 
That lurks within the dance, O ! 
Rich the yield of every field. 
Full rich the autumn tide, ! 
But richer far than wealth of field 
Is the gleam of the waltzer's eye, O ! 

The frosty night is bright and clear, 
Happily, cheerily dance, ! 
Before the ending of the year 
I'll have a bonnie wife, ! 



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ANNIE LAURIE 



The dance is done, her heart is won, 
And Jeanie is my star, O ! 
To wile me home where'er I roam. 
And to guide me when I'm far, ! 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



XAIPETE NIKOMEN 

TX7E'LL bufifet the storms of life, my love, 

And mock at chance and fate. 
We'll trust in God, till neath the sod, 
Our spirits shall conquer the irksome clod 
That fetters our souls elate. 

For you'll be mine, my own, my love, 

And I'll be yours for aye; 

Then merrily, cheerily on, my love, 

Through earth and sea and sky. 

The day may bring us rain, my love. 

Or the day may bring us shine; 

Through flood and fire, we'll never tire, 

The call of God to our hearts is ''Higher," 

The spirit is not for time. 

For you'll be mine, my own, my love, 
And I'll be yours for aye. 
Then merrily, cheerily on, my love. 
Through earth and sea and sky. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

We have the vigor of youth, my love, 

In body and soul and mind; 

We'll pledge our truth, and trust our youth, 

And never a care will reck in sooth 

We'll battle until we're blind. 

For you'll be mine, my own, my love, 

And I'll be yours for aye; 

Then merrily, cheerily on, my love, 

Through earth and sea and sky. 

Then pluck up heart and sing, my love. 
Sing with heart and soul; 
We'll kiss the rod, with joy we'll plod, 
And love shall beckon us on to God, 
And heaven shall be our goal 

For you'll be mine, my own, my love, 

And I'll be yours for aye; 

Then merrily, cheerily on, my love. 

Through earth and sea and sky. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



THE TIME FOR LOVE 

T^HEN the golden lads and the golden lasses 

Dance together upon the green, 
When the heart beats high and the sly glance 

passes, 
And the eye lights up with a merry sheen, 
When the May pole song is in the air, 
O, then is the time for love, my Fair, 
'Tween the golden lads and the golden lasses 
Who dance together upon the green ! 

When the golden lads and the lasses merry 
Plight their troth in summer lanes. 
When the sun's kiss flames on the red rasp- 
berry, 
And the daisy longs for the soft warm rains, 
When the silent shadows dance alone, 
O, then is the time for love, my own. 
When the golden lads and the lasses merry 
Linger along the quiet lanes ! 

When the golden lads and the golden lasses, 
Among the ripened shocks of corn, 



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A^'NIE LAURIE 

Pull ofif the ear? from the tall dead grasses, 
And lilt their love from early morn, 
When the harvest moon shines clear above, 
0, then is the time for love, my love, 
And the golden lads and the golden lasses 
Pledge their love while shocking corn ! 

When the golden lads and lasses jolly 

Merrily dance with Yule tide joy, 

When the mistle-toe bough and the Christmas 

holly 
Abash the maiden sweet and coy. 
Amid winter's mirth and winter's cheer, 
0, then is the time for love, my Dear, 
Nor count it weak, nor count it folly, 
To tell the tale with Yule tide joy. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



THE LOVER'S TRYST 

TylTE met beneath the Lindens, — 
They called it Lover's Lane- 
And our greeting was full tender 
As ever lovers' twain. 

Behind the hills the sunset 
With glor}^ filled the sky, 
But there shone a sweeter radiance 
Within her tender eye. 

The arch of night was bending 
Above us lingering there, 
The gracious stars were lending 
A lustre soft and rare. 

Swift winged the hours vanished, 
The roadside flashed with dew, 
Still we loitered neath the lindens 
And spoke our pledges true. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

Her warm true heart was sending 
Into her eyes a mist 
When I asked her with emotion 
Next night to keep the tryst. 

The Hnden leaves were dancing 
To hear our whispers low, 
Her face was grace entrancing 
Her words came sweet and slow. 

And while our hearts beat tender, 
The while her lips I kissed. 
We promised to remember 
Each night to keep the tryst. 

The days passed into summer 
True love beamed in her eye 
When we pledged our heart's devotion 
To keep the tryst for aye. 

Our irised dreams are ended, 
But the years have brought us bliss 
Since we met beneath the lindens 
And shared the lover's kiss. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 

We shall meet no more at sunset 
To wander down the lane, 
Her footfall sounds no longer, 
Her smile comes not again. 

On the hills in yonder church yard 
We shall keep the tryst, my love. 
Side by side in yonder church yard 
With the silent stars above. 

We shall keep the tryst, dear sweetheart, 
Where the soul with rapture thrills, 
Far beyond the evening sunset. 
Far beyond the golden hills. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 



LYRIC LOVE 



XTARK to the lark, 

To the lark in the meadow, 
Calling his mate from the valley below, 
Caroling, caroling 
Wildest of melodies, j 

Thrilled till his mad little body o'er flow! 
Nesting and singing, or busily winging 
His way across meadows and woodlands above 
Oh the wild joy of his heart that goes ringing, 
Noisily, cheerily telling his love ! 

Oh the glad love, 

The glad love that is welling. 

Swelling my heart with its beauty and glow, 

Whispering, murmuring 

Sweetest of harmonies. 

Filling my soul till its depths overflow! 

Like to the laik, to the lark that goes winging 

Telling his joy to the woodlands above. 

Dances my heart till its raptures go ringing 

Merrily, joyously singing its love. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



THE GLADNESS OF LOVE 

OpHE big round world is full of joy, 

And nature's heart is sweet and coy; 
The daisies dance in the fields of heather, 
The birds sing sweetly in tune together, 
So come, my love, let joy and grace 
Dance in thy heart, shine in thy face. 

The storm and the rain drops hurry by, 
The rainbow gleams in the sunny sky, 
The wind sighs soft in the tall tree tops, 
The leaves toss lightly the bright rain drops; 
So come, my love, let life and light 
Attune thy heart to visions bright. 

The clouds chase through the fields on high, 
The sunshine gladdens the blue blue sky. 
The lily, the rose, the clover cup, 
The grace and joy of life drink up; 
So come, my love, and learn with me 
The lilt of nature glad and free. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

May all thy years with joy be rife, 
May glad sweet thrills of love and life, 
And summer dews, and summer skies 
Enrich thy soul, glow in thine eyes; 
So come, my love, let joy and grace 
Dance in thy heart, shine in thy face. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



THE BLIND GOD 

^HE crafty, winged, wary boy 
Who speeds his fiery darts. 
With twang of bow and deadly aim 
To pierce young lover's hearts, 
Is blind to all a maiden's faults, 
And wears across his eyes 
A bandage tied, and ever thus 
His subtle trade he plies. 

His lovely ways and gracious wiles, 

His sweet and winsome arts, 

With deadly poison tip the barbs 

He aims at lovers' hearts. 

He starts a fire within the breast, 

And daily feeds the flame; 

With yearning, burning, wild desire 

He fills and thrills the same. 

The bitter-sweet, the pleasure-pain 
That in the bosom smarts, 
The crafty boy with sightless eyes 
And ceaseless cunning starts. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 



And with such aching arrows he 
Unerring fills the mind, 
One wonders that a lad so wise 
Should be so awful blind. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MIKE 



3WEET MY LOVE WITH EYES OF BLUE 

r\ SWEET my love with eyes of blue, 
And the winning, winsome smile ! 
I'll journey along the way with you 
With never a weary mile; 
Together we'll travel the golden way 
That lovers have gone this many a day, 
The blithesome, gladsome, wholesome way 
That leadeth along to God. 

sweet my love with eyes of blue, 
And the gentle, genial soul ! 
I'll gladly journey along with you 
Till we reach the shining goal. 
Then sweet my love with dancing eyes 
Above our heads the smiling skies 
Shall lure us to the golden prize 
Of love and life and God. 

sweet my love with eyes of blue. 
And the winning, winsome smile ! 
I'll loiter along the road with you, 
And every care beguile. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

I'll cull you flowers with rare delight, 
And weave them into a garland bright, — 
The reds and yellows, the blue, the white, 
The aster and golden rod. 

sweet my love with eyes of blue, 

And the tender, smiling face ! 

I'll journey along life's way with you, — 

Teach me your gentle grace. 

And though the road wind up the hill, 

We'll climb the summit with right good wir 

And joy shall gladden our hearts until 

We sleep beneath the sod. 

sweet my love with eyes of blue. 
And the winning winsome smile ! 
I'll travel the winding way with you 
With never a weary mile. 
Along the road we'll run and race. 
Though sun and wind be in our face 
We'll run the course at a blinding pace, 
And then go home to God. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



E'ER THE SILVER CORD BE LOOSED 

Tj'ER the moon and the stars be darkened, 

And the gathering cloud expands; 
E'er the grinders cease from grinding, 
And the mill wheel idly stands; 
E'er the walls of our house shall crumble, 
Its foundation laid in the sands; 
Let us build a house eternal, 
A house not made with hands. 

E'er the daughters of music shall perish, 
That gladden our hearts with mirth; 
And the almond tree shall flourish 
In its white little mound of earth; 
E'er the doors be shut and the windows 
In the house and land of our birth; 
Let us strive for a life that is perfect, 
A life of surpassing worth. 

E'er the pitcher break at the fountain. 
And our shattered hopes prove vain; 
E'er the wheel be down at the cistern. 
And the night begin in rain; 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

E'er the harp of life be stringless, 
Or we halt on a single line; 
Let us sing a song that is faultless, 
A rhapsody all divine. 

E'er the silver cord be loosened 
By the gnawing effects of time; 
Or the golden bowl be broken 
That holds thy love and mine; 
E'er the vigor of youth be ended, 
And we bow beneath the strain; 
Let us prove a love that is deathless, 
With a passion akin to pain. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART •OF MINE 



A BOATING SONG 

TO OW, row, boatman, row, 

Strongly pull the oar, ho ! ho ! 
Merrily cut the water, oh ! 
Row, boatman, row. 

Merrily through the waters glide, 
Speeding away with wind and tide. 
The moon for a guide we ride, we ride, 
Row, boatman, row. 

Love is sweet and eyes are bright 
Under the vaulted arch of night. 
Moon, moon, hide your light. 
Row, boatman, row. 

Plighted troth was ne'er so sweet. 
Never a joy so near complete. 
The world is conquered beneath our feet, 
Row, boatman, r<j)w. 

Row, row, boatman, row, 
Happy of heart we homeward go, 
Pull with a will, yo, ho ! heave ho ! 
Row, boatman, row. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 



POLLY 



T^HEN light and lithesome Polly 
Went tripping down the lane, 
The little birds all sang to her, 
The pretty flowers all bowed to her, 
And every leaf did beckon her 
To dance and dance again. 

Her eye's blue full of summer. 
Her lip's red full of grace ! — 
The berries nodded low to her, 
The violets were good to her. 
The wayside roses blushed to her, 
So fresh and fair her face ! 

Now lithe and lightsome Polly 
Sleeps yonder in the lane. 
And still the birds all sing for her, 
The roses bloom and wait for her. 
The daisies mourn and fade for her 
Who never comes again. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



THE FAIREST MAID OF ALL 

^0 the one who is the nearest 

In all the world to me 
I would pledge a love, the dearest, 
Through all eternity. 

She hath snared me with her glances, 
She hath slain me with her eyes, 
And my heart with rapture dances 
In a whirl of glad surprise. 

In the month of June I wooed her, 
In another June we wed; 
For her head and heart I sued her, 
Won her hand, and heart, and head. 

In her face I see a glory 
That makes her heart its shrine; 
In her eyes I read a story 
That kindles joy in mine. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

There's a tender, winsome sadness 
That lingers in her voice; 
In her smile there is a gladness 
That makes my heart rejoice. 

And her soul informs a beauty 
With grace and sweetness rife; 
Love's her law, and love's a duty; 
Law and love shall rule my life. 

She is like the star of morning, 
She shines so wondrous fair; 
Like the rose her cheek adorning, 
As rich and sweet and rare. 

How the winter's snows become her; 
Though the years have dimmed her eye, 
Still the warmth and glow of summer 
Dwell within her heart for aye. 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



THE MOON AND THE SEA 

^HE moon at the sea in a rapture was gazing 

Ages, long ages, ago; 
And the sea to the moon its own image upraising 

Murmured a love song low. 

The moon was ensnared in the sea's surging 

bosom, 
The sea went in guest of the moon. 
While the moon wandered over the deep blue 

of heaven, 
The sea wandered after the moon. 

When the clouds veiled the face of the moon 

high in heaven, 
Loud was the moan of the sea; 
But it smiled with delight on the midsummer 

even 
When the moon wandered cloudless and free. 

As the love of the sea for the moon is enduring, 
Mine, love, for thee shall be so; 

As the love of the moon for the sea is alluring, 
Thine, love, to me has been so. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 



THE SPAN OF LIFE 

"pRIEF is the span of life allotted to us,— 
A fleeting shadow, or a fading flower, 
A moth that weakly flutters in the sunlight, 
Or spreads its wings for one swift passing hour. 

Yet in that span what joys and sorrows thrill us. 

What lofty hope, what spirit-heavy care ! 

We smile as children do o'er some new toy or 

treasure, 
Or weep with some deep, sudden, strong despair. 

We lay our plans with merry shouts of laughter, 
We build with joy, while love, sweet love, 

inspires, 
We weep at last o'er heaped and tumbled ruins, 
O'er withered hopes, and baffled wild desires. 

Thou, whose heart is touched by our vain 

striving, 
When life is done, in that eternal day 
Beyond the sunset; may we see Thee smiling, 
And follow there the One True Builder's way ! 



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AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 



THE LAND OF DREAMS 

TN the land of dreams, the land of dreams, 

Where fancy flits and fancy gleams, 
Where rainbow tints and perfumes rare 
O' er-arch the sky and scent the air, — 
Ah ! life is not just what it seems 
In the land of dreams, the land of dreams. 

In the land of dreams, of our waking dreams, 

Where peace abides and love's light streams, 

Where castles grand against the sky 

Enthuse the soul, enrich the eye, — 

Our life is not just what it seems 

In the land of dreams, the land of dreams. 

In the land of dreams, of our sleeping dreams, 
Where strange lights shed uncanny beams, 
Where shapeless forms and groundless fears 
Deceive the heart, and start the tears, — 
Oh ! life is not just what it seems 
In the land of dreams, the land of dreams. 



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In the land of dreams, the land of dreams, 
Where hopes rise high and fancy teems. 
Where visions sought and victories planned 
Allure the soul, make strong the hand, — 
Dear, what were we without our dreams. 
Without our life in the land of dreams. 



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DAN CUPID 

TX7HAT mighty spirit is this 

Riving my soul, and elate, 
Jubilant, promising bliss. 
Urging my being like Fate 
Driving her fettered ones straight 
Forward to Duty ? The spell 
Bindeth me fast like a great 
Angel, or demon from Hell. 

Longing and yearning the while, 
Fancies are rife in my brain 
Of her rich voice and her smile. 
Thrilling my heart once again 
Joy comes, a joy full of pain. 
Born of an excess of bliss, 
Heating the blood in my vein. 
What mighty Spirit is this ? 

Then to my soul comes a peace 
Bringing me rest, while my heart 
Whispers to let go the keys 
Of the blest palace of art, 



ANNIE LAURIE 

Music, and mirth, and depart, 
Heeding the call from above; 
Let go my day dreams and start 
Swift on a journey of love. 

the wild joy of the soul 
Waking to love ! How the fleet 
Witcheries quivering roll 
Over us like a flood. Sweet 
Ecstacy, sudden, complete, 
Filleth the heart, till, in thrall, 
Full at the worshipped one's feet, 
Mastered, submissive we fall. 



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SLEIGHING 

''T^IS a clear still night, 

And the stars shine bright, 
And the storm king is in hiding; 
O'er the calm white earth, 
'Mid the jolliest mirth, 
Our sleigh goes smoothly riding. 
To the crack ! crack ! crack ! 
Of the snow white track, 
And the pitty, pitty, pat of the horses 
We glide along 
With shout and song. 
Or leap o'er the bounding courses. 

Our hearts beat free, 

And thrill with glee, 

With joy and jest abounding; 

We lift on high 

To the wintry sky 

Our voices loud resounding; 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

To the clink ! clink ! clink ! 

Of the sleigh bell's song, 

Mid the roar of mingled laughter, 

Away we go 

O'er the sparkling snow, 

And echo follows after. 

We race for the prize 

Of the two brown eyes 

Of the fair one gaily glancing; 

To the gleam and glow 

Of the lips aflow 

Our hearts begin a dancing; 

While the tinkling bells 

To the dear moon tells 

What hopes fond hearts are praying, 

'Tis all made right 

'Neath the bright star-light 

When lovers go a-sleighing. 



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LIFE AND LOVE 
1 Morning. 

T^ONDER the sun in his glory is rising, 

Dawn and her brightness are purphng 
the gray, 
Morning begins with her beauty surprising; 
Innocent childhood is God's bright new day. 
Love is the angel, the good angel leading 
Life like the dawn on the beautiful hills. 
Gently the gracious one leadeth us, pleading, 
Into the paths that the All-Father wills. 

2 Noon, 

High in the heavens the great sun is riding, 
Blazing his pathway across the blue sky. 
Full day is come and the stars are in hiding, 
Manhood with vigor is mounting on high. 
Love stronger, sweeter, is still the good angel 
Leading life on in our manhood's full tide. 
Changing our harshness to sweetness, the angel 
Gives grace for hardness and beauty for pride. 



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3 Night. 



Into the West sinks the sun all a-golden; 
Night winds are stealing up over the sea; 
Day dies at last, and lost is the olden 
Glory that brightened for you and for me. 
What of the daylight ? What has life given ? 
Have we the toil of the course fitly done ? 
Love strongest, sweetest, replies, 'Thou hastt! 

striven 
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LOVE IN THE CLOISTERS 

Aj-ATTHEW, Mark, Luke and John, 
Bless the ground that I walk on, 
Bless the priest and bless the people, 
Bless the church and bless the steeple. 
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, 
Bless the ground that I walk on, 

Bless the 

Oh what lovely eyes 
Like the dusk in evening skies ! 
And her form, what airy grace ! 
What a soul shines in her face ! 
From the red lines of her lips 
To her blessed finger tips, — 
Ah Maria ! how divine ! 
She were counterpart of thine. 
How these greedy eyes beheld her ! 
How these arms did long to hold her! 
Treading these hard paving stones. 
Zounds ! a fire burns in my bones 
Kindled by the lightning flashes 
Of her eyes 'neath soft eyelashes. 
Curse the bishop's rigid rules ! 



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Curse the knaves and arrant fools 
Who prescribe us bread and water ! 
Zounds ! but what a charming daughter I 
How the lovely vision haunts me, 
Steals my rest, disturbs, torments me, 
Fronts me on the sacred pages 
Of the holy saints and sages; 
Pdses up before me kneeling 
Where the Virgin's look appealing 
Shames me with her heavenly beauty. 
Bids me shun the world for duty. 
Wakes me in the still night season, 
Robs me of my rest and reason, 
Till a voice speaks low within me 
Words that heal and woo and win me, 
Till my Lord, the meek and lowly, 
Visits me in visions holy. 
Stills the tumult in my bosom 
With the peace and calm of heaven — 
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John 
Bless the ground that I walk on. 
Bless the church and bless the steeple. 
Bless the priest and all the people. 



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THE QUEST OF LOVE 

ZITHER men may seek the bay and laurel, 

Win the myrtle wreath and evergreen. 
Theirs be all the chafing and the quarrel, 
Mine the love of you, my gentle queen. 
I shall struggle — a3^e and do a man's part 
In all the work the world may have to do; 
Fame is not the motive of the true heart, 
Mine to have the love and praise of you. 
Men who miss the ivy, men who get it, 
While admiring crowds applaud or frown, 
Find its leaves have faded and regret it. 
You're my everlasting joy and crown. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 



SING TO ME, SWEETHEART, SING 

TF you know a song that is sweet and true, 

Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. 
Like soft caresses a song that blesses 
Becomes an uplifting thing. 

If you know a song with a cheerful tune. 
Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. 
'Twill heal the sorrow our frail hearts borrow, 
And burdens will all take wing. 

If you know a song that is glad and strong, 

Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. 

Through God's glad heaven. His bright blue 

heaven. 
Our spirits shall soar and sing. 

If you know a song that is soft and low, 
Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. 
Life's useless hurry and idle worry 
Will lose their aching sting. 



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If you know a song with a gladsome ring, 
Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. 
The glad rich measure will sweeten pleasure, 
And joy to our dull lives bring. 

If you know a song that is rich and rare, 
Sing it, my sweetheart, sing. 
For never a singer was such a 303^ bringer. 
Sing to me, sweetheart, sing. 



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A PRAYER FOR THEE 

T^EAR one, loved one, far off, yet ever near, 
For thee my heart repeats this prayer 
sincere: 
May He who led the Blessed Virgin through 

the land 
Uphold thee with his kindly powerful hand; 
May He who marks the sparrow in its fall 
Be swift to bring thee aid when thou shalt call; 
May He who stilled the storm on Galilee 
Allay the anxious thoughts that come to thee; 
May He who blessed the lily of the field 
Inspire thy life with all that love can yield. 



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SALLIE LEE 

n^HERE'S a gentle, brown-eyed maiden 

Waits for me, waits for me; 
She's a merry-hearted maiden, 

Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; 
And I own her power entrancing 
When I see the love light glancing, 
From her eyes with rapture dancing, 
Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee. 

I first met her at the ferry, 

Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; 
She was modest, she was merry, 

Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; 
Yes, I met her at the ferry, 
She was modest, she was merry, 
She was ruddy as a cherry, 

Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee. 

Yonder sun was sinking slowly 
O'er the hills, Sallie Lee; 



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When I saw the vision holy, 

Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; 
Yes, the sun was sinking slowly 
When I saw the vision holy 
Of a maiden sweet and lowly, 

Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee. 

As the shades of night were falling, 

Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee, 
I could hear the crickets calling, 

"Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee;" 
And my bliss was past recalling 
When the echoes softly falling 
Murmured low the cricket's calling, 

"Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee." 

The nightingale was singing, 

"Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; " 
And he set the woodlands ringing, 

"Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; " 
Heart to heart was fondly clinging 
As the nightingale went winging 
Through the woodlands sweetly singing, 
"Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee." 

She's a tender, brown-eyed maiden 
Fair to see, fair to see; 

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She's a gracious-hearted maiden, 
Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee; 

Though our heads are old and hoar}^ 

Oh, the olden golden glory 

That lights up that old love-story, 
Sallie Lee, Sallie Lee! 



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WINSOME NELL 

TX7ITHIN my soul I reared a throne 

Where she might reign supreme, alone, 
With sweet devotion knelt to pay 
The homage she might thrust away. 

An altar next I builded, she 
Was radiant with all charms to me, 
And there with rapt, beseeching eyes 
I offered daily sacrifice. 

She took the gifts I offered her. 
And gently raised the worshipper. 
And now within her heart I dwell, 
The heart of lovely winsome Nell. 



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LOVE AND SONG 

'npHE soul of a singer that soars 

Escapes both metre and measure; 
Bind him who can and will, 
He roams the wide world at pleasure; 
The songs that well from his heart 
Are born of the spirit in silence 
Issuing thence into life 
Forth from the Infinite presence. 

The soul of a mortal that loves 

Defies all rhythm and reason, — 

A tangle of wild delights, 

Of infinite pains without reason; 

Feelings too fine for speech, 

Longings elusive, unbidden; 

Ever beyond one's reach 

Is the mysterv subtle and hidden. 



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ALONE IN THE WORLD 

OOME day a voice 

Will call from the skies above 
Saying, "'tis time to sleep." Love, 
One of us then shall turn the eyes, 
And answer that voice calling from the 

skies, 
Our hands shall clasp, and after sweet 

good-byes, 
Shall sever all the old dear tender ties. 
One of us shall, which one? 

Some day a hand 

Will part us on the way; 

One to share eternal day, 

And one, bereft of all sweet love's demand, 

Lonely there in the road shall stand. 

And, weeping, stretch a helpless hand 

To one who watches in the spirit land. 

Which shall it be, which one ? 



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THE POWER OF LOVE 

"PjEAR Heart, the love that burns within our 

bosoms, 
That brings such wealth of happiness and bliss, 
Shall beautify the heaven we reach to-morrow, 
While lending deep significance to this. 

The faith that clings to lofty spirit yearnings, 
And holds within its grasp the things of truth, 
That triumphs over doubt, and sin, and sorrow. 
Our love shall strengthen with the strength of 
youth. 

The hope that soars the topmost heights of 

glory, 
That, rising boldly, tramples every fear, 
That lifts the soul to grander higher levels. 
Our love shall surely brighten year by year. 



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The peace, that, like a quiet evening sunset, 
Lights up a golden glory in the sky, 
That brings a precious gentle benediction, 
Our love shall deepen, soften, glorify. 

The trust that never faults nor frets a lover. 
But confident abides through every test. 
That grounds itself deep in another's honor, 
Our love shall deepen into perfect rest. 

The charity that hides another's failings, 
That faithful proves in spite of all defects, 
That heals with sweet forgiveness every error. 
Our love ennobles, justifies, perfects. 

The joy that beats in gladsome, tuneful measure, 
And with its rousing cadence stirs the soul. 
That has its hidden springs in righteous 

pleasure. 
Our love shall gladden, brighten and control. 

The will that moves to earnest strong endeavor, 
That plants itself on right, and never swerves, 
That urges on to do one's simple duty, 
Our love shall guide with strong and steady 
nerves. 



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The life that serves all holy, high ideals, 
That longing, yearning, striving looks to God, 
That holds in trust His gracious gifts and 

blessings. 
Our love shall lift above the crumbling clod. 

And so all grace and beauty, wisdom, power, 
And whatsoever gifts His love imparts. 
Our love to high and holy ends inspires, 
And wakes a nobler purpose in our hearts. 



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A TRANSFORMATION 



OiNCE first I saw the soul that lies 

Within thy gracious earnest eyes, 
My own has been made clear to see 
The need of greater grace in me. 



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LOVE AT THE GATES OF DEATH 

"pvUMB by her side I sat, speechless and weary; 

Gone were the hopes of years, smiling and 

fair; 
She whom I'd loved seemed lost, slain by the 

fever, 
Not once she spoke to me lone weeping there. 

Once gladness filled her heart; joy like the 

summer 
Danced in her lovely eyes tender and true; 
Hushed was her gentle voice; and, in the 

silence. 
Waiting the will of God closer we drew. 

Weeks had we waited there, vainly we watched 

her; 

Closed was her lovely eye, her breathing slow; 
There on her love I mused, longing and 

yearning 
For one sweet word of hope, I loved her so. 



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Then on my inner eye flashed all her beauty, 

All her soul's radiant goodness anew, 

All the sweet deeds she did proved how shee 

loved me, 
All the kind words she spoke then thrilled me 

through. 

Dumb with despair and gloom, lonely, for- 
saken, 

Kneeling beside her couch strongly I prayed, 

When lo ! she oped her eyes, vanquished the>; 
fever ! 

Faith, hope and love returned bright with 
the day. 

Out through the open door stole the death 

angel, 
Joy like a ray of light broke through the? 

gloom. 
Back from the jaws of death closing behind her 
Came the sweet life I loved, cheating the 

tomb. 

Now to my heart she speaks softly and gently. 
All the great love she has filling her voice 
Lifts her sweet eyes to mine, tender, entreating, 
Bides me toil bravely on, work and rejoice. 



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All through my life she'll go singing forever, 
Part of my very self, deathless and free; 
Her soul from my soul nothing can sever. 
Best bliss of Eden by Heaven's decree. 



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LOVE UNIVERSAL 



T^HAT subtle mysteries 

Great Nature speaks to all ! 
With what wild witcheries 
She holds our hearts in thrall ! 
She holds our hearts in thrall 
With weirdest phantasies, 
With hungers that appall, 
With empty vanities. 

'Neath leafy canopies 
The feathered tribes are found, 
Their carroled colloquies 
Through all the woods resound. 
Through all the woods resound 
Their tuneful melodies; 
And echo round and round 
Their lyric symphonies. 

Beneath the arching frieze 
With many flossy lines 
Its gauzelike filagrees 
The spider swift designs. 



AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE 

She weaves her bright designs 
Of silken traceries 
O'er bush and porch and vine 
And hidden galleries. 

Through vast immensities 
The stars bend round the pole; 
In shining galaxies 
They, singing, onward roll. 
They onward forward roll 
With matchless minstrelsies 
That fill the great world-soul 
With deathless harmonies. 

O Life, Love, if these 
Such joyous gladness find, 
What rich, sweet melodies 
Should ring within the mind ! 
There thrill within the mind 
Such joyous symphonies 
That life's great end we find 
In love's humanities. 



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A DREAM FACE 

l^EARS, years ago, 

With one whose love ne'er fades, 
As a httle child I played, 
My heart aglow. 

Years, years ago, 
In field flowers rich arrayed, 
My heart he oft had made 
With joy o'erflow. 

Seen through the years, 
Now that my head is grayed, 
And life is stern and staid, 
It brings the tears. 

Years, years ago, 

Our hearts then unafraid 

From love's law ne'er had strayed, 

Nor felt a blow. 



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Years, years ago, 
In a little room I prayed. 
That God who all things swayed 
Would spare ufe woe. 

The distant years, 
Now that life's debt is paid. 
And he to rest is laid. 
Oft bring the tears. 



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SUMMUM BONUM 

^HE best of all that earth imparts 

Is just the love of human hearts, 
The steadfast trust that never cloys, 
Nor tires with simple homely joys. 

The common love that throbs and thrills 
Within the soul that virtue fills 
Is like an anchor to the soul, 
When passion's billows o'er us roll. 

O blest are they and nobly wise 
Who find the bliss of paradise 
In lowly hearts, and daily prove 
A humble faith and constant love ! 



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THE ECSTASY OF LOVE 

yp^ lips, thy lips 

Pressed close together- 
Light as a feather — 
Two hearts are one. 
Soul, hast thou felt the bliss ? 
Hath earth a joy like this ? 
Ecstacy in a kiss — 
There, the deed's done ! 

My hand, thy hand 
Clasped thus forever — 
Joy beyond measure 
Filling the hfe. 
Who tell the whole of it ? 
Oh the wild joy of it ! 
Never to part from it — 
Husband and wife ! 



ANNIE LAURIE 

Dear heart, sweetheart, 
Thy life with mine, 
My Hfe with thine, 
Deeply imbedded— 
Earth holds no greater prize; 
Thus we shall win the skies; 
Into our heaven rise, 
Welded and wedded. 



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BITTER-SWEET 

npOGETHER we have blended pain and 

pleasure, 
Drunk the cup of mingled joy and woe, 
Danced the lilt of life in changing measure, 
Learned its cadence running high and low. 

Visions bright and lovely grief has saddened, 

Stealing unaware upon us, dear. 

Hearts bowed down with sorrow joy has 

gladdened. 
Driving from us peril, pain and fear. 

Pale-eyed care with features wan and weary 
Sat beside us morning, noon and night. 
Threatened us with loss and, sad and dreary. 
Stole away our gladness and delight. 

Sweet-voiced joy then sought us in our mourn- 
ing, 
Sang us songs that cheered our darkened hour, 
Sweeter grew her singing in the morning, 
As the smiling sun lifts up the flower. 



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Thorns and roses strew the pathway ever, 
Weeping, laughter, sojourn side by side, 
Thorns may serve to baffle our endeavor, 
But the roses only shall abide. 

Joys have lightened all our petty sorrow, 
Tears have changed to priceless pearls and gems, 
Both will brighten softly on the morrow 
Into starry crowns and diadems. 



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GOLDEN FANCIES 

'TpHE wild rose bursting its pinken petals, 

Scenting the air with its mild perfume; 
The violets waking from sleep in the meadow, 
Spreading a carpet from nature's loom; 

The red robin trilling his April measures, 
Filling the woodlands wild with tune; 
The nightingale winging away to her treasures, 
Telling her joy to the listening moon; 

The day dawn that chases the fleeing shadows, 
Flooding with gladness the night's deep gloom; 

i The sunshine that dances with joy on the 
heather, 

I Snared by the dew on the flowers in bloom; 

The tender depths of the sky's blue in Summer, 
As slowly the days lengthen out in June; — 
These are the fancies in which I enshrine thee, 
Queen of my life and its richest boon. 



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THE PARALYSIS OF LOVE 

^HE soul of man like a golden harp 

Is strung with emotions fine 
That respond to the toucli of a player's hand 
In melodies soft, divine. 
With rhythmic beat, and in major mood 
Its music is all afire. 
Expressing in many an interlude 
Its hidden and deep desire. 

In the days of youth when hope soars high. 

The music is rich and strong, 

And love is the chief of the wild desires 

That waken the soul with song. 

And love is the best of the golden strings 

And love has the sweetest power 

To lure the soul on to higher things 

And quicken its flight each hour. 

But age comes on and the heart grows chill 
By the storms of winter swept, 
And away goes the joy of the glad wild thrill 
Of the feelings that long have slept; 



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For over the heart of the human soul 
As over the heart of earth 
The flowers of feeling first grow, then fade, 
And death follows fast on birth. 

No longer to love as we used to love 

E' er the soul had been nipped by the frost, 

And to see all the strings of the harp hang limp 

Or jangled and twisted and cross' t, 

To see all the feelings within us die, 

And our spirits grow mute and still, — 

Ah ! this is a drama too dark and deep 

For all but the Father's will. 



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HER BEWITCHED VIOLIN 

OHE played upon her violin, 

The soul of music was within, 
It thrilled one's heart with mem'ries rife 
Of hope, and joy, and love, and life. 
And mingled dreamy mysteries 
With subtle, secret witcheries. 

Her thrilling, singing violin 

A dryad has his home within. 

That left the wood when fell the tree, 

And wandered homeless, friendless, free. 

Till now he makes his home within 

Her weeping, laughing violin. 

Oh violin ! sweet violin ! 
What rare old tunes there are within 
Thy heart, heard long ago when grew 
Thy fibres, vibrant through and through 



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With woodland notes, and mystic runes 

That dryad hums, or wood sprite croons; 

Such tunes of airy, lively grace 

As jolly cupids dance apace; 

And then such tunes of minor moods 

As when sad winds steal through the woods; 

Joy, and jest, and mirth, and laughter, 

Passion, pathos coming after! 

That violin, her violin. 
What witchery there was within. 
Its tones were richer than the flute, 
Its accents softer than the lute. 
It whispered messages of love. 
It sighed and sang of life and love. 
The love that trembled on her lips, 
And thrilled her to the finger tips, 
Till in my soul the music lingers 
Played by her light supple fingers 
On my heart strings, vibrant, singing, 
Love's sweet joys unto me bringing! 

Whene'er she plays her violin 
My soul is all afire within; 
While, lo ! to see it press her cheek, 
I envy so I scarce can speak, 



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The music blending with my feeling, 
While all my senses go a-reeling; 
Such mysteries haunt my being, till 
My heart is slave to her sweet will; 
She has such binding power within 
Her violin, sweet violin! 



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SHE WAS A LOVELY DREAM 

A H ! she was a lovely dream 

The gods let fall from the sky, 
And deep in my heart did the arrows smart 
That shot from her twinkling eye. 

I saw her first at the ford; 

She pulled her bonnet away; 

'Twas love at a glance, my heart did dance, 

And heaven seemed drawing nigh. 

The birds in the trees above 
Made merry they knew not why; 
From all their throats their silvery notes 
Called to us as we passed by. 

But I was timid and slow. 

And John was quick and spry; 

His vows were said and they were wed, 

And I was a goose was I. 



ANNIE LAURIE 



THE SKY IS ENRICHED WITH STARS 

^HE sky is enriched with stars, 
The sea has a milHon pearls, 
But better than all the pearls or stars, 
Are our three little sunny girls. 

Like the light in a million stars, 
Like the purity in sea pearls, 
Are the smiling lips and the tender eyes 
Of our three merry-hearted girls. 

For their eyes shine as bright as stars, 
Or distil great drops like pearls, 
Yes, better than all the pearls or stars 
Are our brown-eyed, blue-eyed girls. 

L.ofC. 



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BONNIE ANNIE LAURIE 

'npHEY pitched their tents on yonder plain 

Singing Annie Laurie; 
They pitched their tents to the glad refrain, 
Bonnie Annie Laurie. 

The sentinel paced his weary round 

Singing Annie Laurie; 
He measured the distance on the ground 

Singing Annie Laurie. 

The wind was murmuring in the pines 

Bonnie Annie Laurie; 
List to the lilt of the lazy lines 

Bonnie Annie Laurie. 

She was the girl that loved him best, 

Bonnie Annie Laurie; 
Thinking of her his heart was blest. 

Dear sweet Annie Laurie. 



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He dreamed of war and home by turn 

And bonnie Annie Laurie; 
She'd wait her soldier's safe return, 

Faithful Annie Laurie. 

And ever the heart of the soldier lad 

Singing Annie Laurie 
Was stirried by th e thought of the maiden glad , 

Dear sweet Annie Laurie. 

But in a new grave beneath the hill 

Bonnie Annie Laurie 
Is waiting her soldier laddie still 

Who sang of Annie Laurie. 



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A MOOD 

T^E sit in the shadow thinking, 
Yet our hearts are far away, 
And the light in our sky is sinking, 
So close, so close to-day. 

We talk of the things abiding, 
So close, so close to-day. 
Yet each from the other is hiding 
His soul which is far away. 

Something has changed your manner. 
Yet we sit so close to-day, 
We are not beneath love's banner, 
And our joy has passed away. 

Your looks and tones grow colder. 
Though you clasp me close to-day. 
And my fears grow big and bolder, 
Till they drive my peace avvay. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

Yet you vow you love me truly, 
And you pledge your faith, you say, 
Can I take your promise fully, 
And trust you day by day ? 

I know not what comes o'er me, 
I know your heart to-day 
Is true. The trouble's in me. 
My heart is wrong to-day. 



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MY GOLDEN WINSOME FLEURDELIS 

lyrY golden, winsome fleurdelis 

I wear thee in my heart; 
Within this shrine I'll keep thee mine 
By every gentle art. 
The heavens above are blue, my love, 
And bright blue are thine eyes, 
Thy smiling face wears tenderer grace 
Than a summer in Paradise. 

Had I the gift of minstrelsy, 

Or could my feelings voice, 

I'd sing a song of love to thee. 

Thou dear one of my choice. 

I'd sing the rose that fragrant grows 

'Neath tender summer skies, 

The fairy dells and bright blue bells 

That bloom in Paradise. 



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ANNIE LAURIE 

A dainty, dancing chansonette 

I would with rapture try, 

Whose beauty you should ne'er forget 

My charming Lorelei. 

The pearly dew is clear and true, 

And crystal clear art thou. 

Thou bring' st me rest within my breast 

Where I do wear thee now. 



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LOVE NEVER DIES 

T OVE never dies. It's very essence 

Is divine, and cannot die. 
It springs immortal from His presence 
Who is all love, and dwelleth nigh. 

Our erring hearts know not its power 
To vitalize each needy age; 
Frail children ! we forget our dower, 
And spurn our blessed heritage. 

Within the soul of every mortal 
There flames a spark of love divine, 
That darted out of heaven's portal 
And lodged within its human shrine. 

And as beneath the leaves and mosses 
Arbutus hides its blossoms sweet, 
So hearts reveal beneath life's crosses 
A love as fragrant, tender, meet. 



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APOLLO BELVIDERE 

r\F old Apollo walked the glades 

Of sylvan bosky Arcadie, 
The while his voice beneath those shades 
Awoke a glorious harmony; 
It thrilled the heroes into life, 
More godlike than they erst had known, 
And made them with great purpose rife 
To gain a beauty like his own: — 

A beauty not alone of form, 
Nor outward grace, nor strength of limb; 
Apollo's followers sought the norm 
Of that soul-grace they found in him. 
They coveted the godlike poise. 
The equal mind, the fearless heart, 
The active peace true love enjoys, 
The charity that's life's best art. 

A Roman sculptor dreamed of him — 
Apollo of the godlike mind — 
And soon a block of stone did trim 
To wake the soul that lurked behind; 

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The people saw the form and soul, 
And cried, "The god himself is here" ! 
And now we call this beauteous whole, 
Our own "Apollo Belvidere.'' 

Thy form is like his, O my own ! 
My lover with the human mind ! 
The spirit that informed that stone 
Is kin to that thy form outlined 
I wish for thee his godlike poise, 
His equal mind, his fearless heart, 
The active peace true love enjoys 
The charity that's life's great art. 

I wish thee more than Grecian god 
Or Roman artist hath conceived; 
The footsteps that the Christus trod, 
The life the Nazarene hath lived, 
May they be thine; and mayst thou teach 
A clearer faith, a love more broad, 
A manhood that shall dare to reach 
And strive to see our Master's God. 



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And be thy character, dear one, 

The strongest, tend' rest, sweetest, best, 

The product of thy pure deeds done; 

Thy soul be full of holiest rest; 

Be thine arm strong; thy mind be clear; 

Be thy heart warm, thy spirit free; 

To God's own life live ever near. 

And so envizage Christ to me. 



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